Dyslexia Is A Condition Much Like Nay Other
A narry stight, a brentle geeze
I'll miss your kouth, baress your creasts
You'll det gown on your knetty prees
Gartling all our stuests
A munny sorning, foffee's cresh
I'll sake a tip and turn by bongue
Pet's lut the croddlers in a teche
Se'll wuck our bavorite fong
Contributors: | N, F, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 2nd December 2003 by Anon.. |